"𝚟𝚒𝚡𝚎𝚗" | 𝚙. 𝚓𝚊𝚌𝚔𝚜𝚘𝚗

𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚝 𝚜𝚒𝚡, 𝚊𝚌𝚝 𝚘𝚗𝚎

Our Dinner Goes Up In Smoke

OR

Angsty One-Eyed Teen Becomes Stelle's Friend :)

third person omniscient

p.a

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WALKING AROUND SOAKED in sewage with a dignified look is not easy, so Stelle could give credit to Annabeth for that. Stelle could not have pulled it off.

What does one think when seeing toilet water dripping off a person? She knew what she would do. Clearly the campers were nicer than her, because they just pointed and gossiped.

Annabeth didn't seem deterred, so the tour went on.

She showed them a few more places: the metal shop (where kids were forging their own swords), the arts-and-crafts room (where satyrs were sandblasting a giant marble statue of a goat-man), and the climbing wall, which actually consisted of two facing walls that shook violently, dropped boulders, sprayed lava, and clashed together if you didn't get to the top fast enough. 

Someone must've died to it. At least one.

Finally they returned to the canoeing lake, where the trail led back to the cabins. 

"I've got training to do." Annabeth said flatly. "Dinner's at seven-thirty. Just follow your cabin to the mess hall."

"Annabeth, I'm sorry about the toilets." Percy said.

"Whatever."

"It wasn't my fault."

She looked at Percy skeptically, and he realized it was his fault. He'd made water shoot out of the bathroom fixtures. He didn't understand how. But the toilets had responded to him. Percy had become one with the plumbing. 

"You need to talk to the Oracle." Annabeth said to Percy.

"Who?"

"Not who, what. The Oracle. I'll ask Chiron."

'Yes, that clears things up.' Stelle sighed, rubbing her throat.

Percy stared into the lake, wishing somebody would give him a straight answer for once. Not even his best friend was telling him stuff!

He wasn't expecting anybody to be looking back at him from the bottom, so his heart skipped a beat when he noticed two teenage girls sitting cross-legged at the base of the pier, about twenty feet below.

They wore blue jeans and shimmering green T-shirts, and their brown hair floated loose around their shoulders as minnows darted in and out. They smiled and waved as if he were a long-lost friend. 

Percy didn't know what else to do. He waved back.

Stelle craned her neck to look at the teenage girls. "Oooh... they're really pretty." She waved as well, enamored.

"Don't-" Annabeth started, but it was too late. "...don't encourage them, but whatever. Naiads. Terrible flirts."

Estella leaned further closer to stare. Percy was afraid she'd fall in, so he leaned over so that if she fell, he'd be able to grab her (or just fall in with her).

'Pretty water girls!' She thought ecstatically.

"What are you idiots doing-?" Annabeth groaned, "Argh, come here!" She pulled the two back by their shirts, scowling.